Prayer

15 minutes before my bus comes. It has been an interesting series of events.

Had I not sent my car to repair, I would not have had to catch the early morning bus. Or switch my alarm clock 15 minutes earlier than its usual wake up call.

Nor would I meet the cutie who catches the same bus. Or catch the connecting bus which is filled with cuties.

Or be reminded of how vital a role my car plays in my life. And how wonderful my workmates are who offer me a ride after work.

And also be thankful for the public transport system and its efficiency.

And had I not fractured my foot, I probably would not have been approached by one of the nuns at the church I go to. Nor would she have invited me for a prayer retreat.

Things that I have always wanted to do. Go to a retreat. Be part of a youth group. Do the readings for mass, which I did for the retreat. And I was invited to join a youth group.

In good time, things will eventuate.

Here's to the break of dawn...